Sometimes I think I hear the angels sing
Quite like the sound of gentle whispering
I’ve never heard the flutter of their wings
Though it might add to our imaginings !
I do not think I’ll ever get to see
Those angel faces watching over me
There in the shadow of our ecstasy
Where they are veiled in anonimity.
I am prepared to trust they are all here,
God’s helpful watchdogs with their mission clear
To seek and find as each last path appears
The journey follows without mortal fears !